"Kazuyama Gekkō, right? My name is Kinrin. Since you summoned me, I'll get moving."
"The enemy is Sunagakure. Don't make any mistakes! They're the ones in yellow!"
"Got it, got it! You're so annoying!"
This was Kazuyama's first time summoning her, so he was filled with unease. She didn't know much about the enemy, and if she accidentally harmed one of his own, it would be a disaster.
Kinrin, clearly irritated, snapped back before her massive golden body surged forward.
Stretching 50 meters in length, Kinrin's full-speed charge was beyond comprehension. In an instant, she was tearing across the battlefield.
With her immense size, she had no need to fear ordinary ninjutsu or ninja tools—her body itself was a deadly weapon. A simple collision was enough to obliterate the Sunagakure ninja on impact.
"Damn it! Rasa, stop that snake!"
"We can't let it wreak havoc on the battlefield!"
Chiyo's sharp eyes caught sight of the massive snake tearing through their forces. Without hesitation, she turned to Rasa, her voice firm with urgency.
But Rasa didn't need to be told—he was already moving.
"Magnet Release: Gold Sand Wave!"
A vast expanse of golden sand surged onto the battlefield in an instant.
With precise control, Rasa directed the Gold Dust to ensnare the golden snake, tightening its grip around the massive beast.
"What is this?"
"Get out of my way!"
Kinrin, who had been rampaging freely, suddenly felt her body constricted. Annoyed, she thrashed violently, trying to shake off the Gold Dust's hold.
"Don't even think about it!"
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Imperial Funeral!"
Rasa, fully aware of the chaos that would ensue if the golden python broke free, pushed himself to the limit. The Gold Dust around him sharpened into countless spikes, launching toward the restrained python.
Meanwhile, as Rasa focused all his efforts on subduing the summon, Kazuyama had already entered the battlefield.
Six kunai, thrown earlier, were strategically positioned at six cardinal points.
"Hehe…"
"It's started."
A wicked grin crossed Kazuyama's face as he activated his Transparent Escape Technique and vanished into the chaos.
A Sunagakure ninja, in the midst of releasing a Wind Release technique, was forming massive wind blades.
But he had no idea—danger was already right behind him.
"Konoha Secret Finger Jutsu!"
"One Thousand Years of Death!"
A muffled sound echoed behind the unsuspecting target.
The next second, the Sunagakure shinobi suffered a devastating blow, letting out a scream as he was propelled by the sheer force of the attack straight into the heart of the battlefield.
"Ah!"
"Ugh!"
His sudden flight sealed his fate. Before he even hit the ground, countless shuriken and kunai had already torn through him, riddling his body like a sieve.
"One…"
With nearly 10,000 shinobi engaged in battle, the abrupt death of a single soldier went completely unnoticed.
Kazuyama chuckled darkly and darted toward his next victim.
Scream, launch, die midair—an unbroken sequence.
To increase his kill count, he deliberately relied only on One Thousand Years of Death.
In just a minute or two, more than ten Sunagakure ninjas—focused on casting their jutsu—had already met a gruesome end.
What made it worse was how sneaky he was. Kazuyama exclusively targeted those engrossed in their techniques.
These ninjas, stationed at the rear and concentrating on their jutsu, never expected an attack from behind.
Finally, after yet another Sunagakure ninja was struck, someone took notice.
"Be careful! A Konoha ninja is attacking from behind!"
"Watch your back!"
A Jōnin from Sunagakure, alarmed by the continuous screams, had finally caught on.
He abruptly halted his jutsu, swiftly drew the sword from his back, and assumed a defensive stance.
Following his warning, the nearby shinobi also ceased their ninjutsu and prepared for combat.
Kazuyama snorted in disdain.
Quick response, indeed.
Seeing that his enemies were now alert, he didn't linger. Without hesitation, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique and teleported to the opposite side of the battlefield.
That familiar, treacherous grin spread across his face once more.
Screams filled the air again as, one after another, Sunagakure ninjas were launched skyward—only to land in a coffin.
After a massive One Thousand Years of Death spree, Kazuyama finally received a series of system alerts.
[Ding! The host has used One Thousand Years of Death to strike 10 times in a row. Special reward: One Thousand Years of Death power increased by 2%. Note: When power reaches 10%, a new feature will be activated!]
[Ding! The host has used One Thousand Years of Death to strike 20 times in a row. Special reward: One Thousand Years of Death power increased by 3%. Note: When power reaches 10%, a new feature will be activated!]
In the blink of an eye, the power of One Thousand Years of Death had increased by 5%.
Although Kazuyama didn't feel any physical change, he had a strange sense that the screams of the Sunagakure ninjas struck by his technique were growing louder and more miserable.
After watching the relentless assault, Chōmei finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Kazuyama, why do you like this... well... One Thousand Years of Death so much?"
"Can't you just finish them off with one clean strike?"
Ignoring the complaints, Kazuyama sent another Sunagakure ninja flying and crashing back to the earth before responding in a calm tone.
"Chōmei, you don't understand. I'm passing on the essence of Konoha's White Fang."
"I want the enemy ninja to know the terror of One Thousand Years of Death on the battlefield!"
But then Chōmei said something that made Kazuyama freeze.
"But you've been using One Thousand Years of Death while invisible. The enemy doesn't even know what's happening…"
"How do you expect them to remember you? Or your One Thousand Years of Death?"
Kazuyama's expression darkened.
Damn it, he's right… They don't even know who I am!
No, this won't do! They have to know the fear of Kazuyama!
"Chōmei, you're right!"
"I was being careless!"
The next second, Kazuyama deactivated his Transparent Escape Technique, revealing himself right in the middle of Sunagakure's formation.
Before the enemy could react, he flashed a wicked grin.
"Good morning, everyone! Have you ever seen the view of hell?"
"Konoha Style! Secret Taijutsu Technique! One Thousand Years of Death!"
With the Body Flicker Technique, he instantly appeared behind the nearest Sunagakure ninja.
One Thousand Years of Death struck again—sending the unfortunate soul soaring into the sky!
"Oooooo~~~!!"
"Kill him!"
The Sunagakure ninja immediately turned and charged at Kazuyama.
(100 Chapters Ahead)
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